Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.